St Disaster - Train Song

This is the secret track at the end of "Somnambulance".  But what's the point of a secret track in the digital age anyhow?  So now it's here, at least for now, sorry about the terrible sound quality.

Living On 4 Wheels Secret Track

This Too Shall Pass (free download, train samples)

The short lived band with Terrence Flemming on drums and me on guitar and vocals.  Short lived because I moved away not because we weren't into it.  Music written by both of us, lyrics by me.  Thanks for listening.

You Are The Gatekeeper - Quikrete

You Are The Gatekeeper - The Shock Doctrine

You Are The Gatekeeper - You Are The Gatekeeper

You Are The Gatekeeper - The Squirrel And The Grasshopper

Ryan Keller drums. Alex Kuoninos bass. An unfinished recording produced by Ryan Keller aka: Sweet Lodge Recordings

Man without self will sell you a smile, 
trick face behind is shattered. 
Do you think you know my position? 
Well I've tried that path, 
thinking civilized and obsessed, 
who will do it for you?  
Just check the shitty void spun on youth.
In the confusion cloud you get the wrong responses,
and let 'em run into the burning fields.
But see i don't march in tendered silt..

And you'll be calm on mine.
But will it come on time?
For any who will tear the lines
inner mind loathes it.

But i am no warrior 
now that i walk with shield in hand.
And i can not march when I've rubbed my face in silt,
see i don't march in tendered silt.
But i close my eyes 
as sand falls through the glass,
trapped by its own self, 
been heated to melt 
and cooled to dry in the shape of her..

wide hips,
that which gives; some purpose
to this.. 

A lure for design to the beast, 
electric smut/smog turns the wheel to grind, 
producing these tools which i pluck to build mirrors 
of the situation, 
as we watch the sky fill with light..
yeah we danced right through the dawn
upon the grave of a blinded faith.

Knoop, Keller, and Kuoninos - That Which Gives

Go home wasted to sleep all day
and to see all consoling lies with time fade.
That it's my fault and not external seems so clear to me now,
in this house at this moment with these dirty dishes and floor.

Sun is setting and the bugs are dining, and I can't tell where you walk
into that revolving door, where idols and mentors and morals have shown
themselves fleeting just like chances with time decays.
So I sit and watch the clouds changing slowly in the sky,
and these years are ending prematurely mediocre.

It's no wonder at all that my efforts at founding phantom bodies of air
have moved nowhere, through no windows.
With no example to compare.

Phantom Bodies of Air - 2009

This poem is by Charles Bukowski, it is read by Lisa Oliver, sound effects and guitar by Carlos

Carlos Knoop

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